The sweat leaves me
salt and water out
breathless absent of energy
struggling against the organs
where was I was I human
Did I survive and become one of you
Couldn't I just descend into the earth
To rise a better species
something wrought from steel
Instead of this mere skin
The distances my legs need to travel
before I can get a swig of this life for real
So that I can feel I've lived on some level
Yet I am so breakable and burnable
with every step and every word
I accept it all
salt and water the sweat out
So finite just a piece of a puzzle
with a time limit awaiting a position
from some such angel hand
Organs must push me on
To the next grand attraction
just had over the script
tell us who to flatter
as long as my scream
measure the length of that
birth to death
a wire between all these cattle
separating them
being avoided for
my barbs and electric shocks
oh make me organic again
even if just to eat turf and follow furr to the slaughterhouse
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